The Lament of a Lefty
While it's been no big deal to me, I realize that it creates a problem of sorts for my other half. See, I think part of his joy at having two boys is that his visions for the future included manly man stuff like watching races together, going camping and eventually, playing music together.
It hasn't quite worked out that way.
The camping thing has come along nicely, he's got a monster truck buddy in Chef Junior but the music thing? Well, there's this small problem of Ed being the lone righty and our children? Well, they're not.
The Punnett Square defied the odds with our two. We've got two lefties. For most activities, that's an asset to be coveted. A lefty pitcher, hitter or golfer is cool. A lefty guitarist, though, has a harder time.
Ed and I poked our heads in the local Guitar Center. When I was still employed, I went in there and ultimately looked at some drums because Chef has been asking more and more to get a set. He drums the dashboard, the table, my head. He definitely picked up his father's sense of rhythm.
However, the child also has mentioned guitars. One thing about guitars and nine year olds-the full size ones are too big for small hands. Three quarter scale are a better choice, but harder to come by. Then factor in a lefty? Good luck!
I guess its a good thing we don't have the money for a lefty 3/4 guitar, because that's not an easy acquisition.
Guess it's a good thing the kid has been asking for drums.
Still a bummer that Ed's visions of playing guitar with his son won't easily be met.
Sometimes, being a lefty just sucks.